Ink And Pen Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Let the white of paper be
The tip of needle in your fingers
Let the ink finish itself dry
Let the blood be the color red
Translucence from eyes never finish
Tip of the tongue in thirst
From the moon the reflection
That writes on the dark page
Night that shines with stars
Did the marble borrow pen
When sweat was engraved
Living light from the niches
Gold was written in blue
What else could burn the heart
In holy fire when sole of the feet
Lover who says need ink and pen
The parchment of the cloak I patch
Love on every leaf and flower
I for the lock of the hair you adore
Shall speak of ages to me in love
Need the memory that like jewel shines
Is not the sindhoor on your forehead
Writing of devotion sans nib silver
The nightfall I held the white of arm
Fingers were art when raga they write
Music to the ears like dervish
Reed had the plaint of love not known
Let the dropp of the pearl in pendant
Give tongue to ruby for the bosom
What else is the page to touch
With divinity my soul inscribed
No speech no written word
I shall for a hundred lives in wonder meditate
Let alone that smile from behind the skylight
2/10/2009